These things—the beauty, the memory of our own past—are good images of what we really desire; but if they are mistaken for the thing itself they turn into dumb idols, breaking the hearts of their worshippers. For they are not the thing itself; they are only the scent of a flower we have not found, the echo of a tune we have not heard, news from a country we have never yet visited.

It is a deeply human experience to look back into our past to something that feels perfect: our childhood bedroom, the front porch at grandma’s, a ball-field, a booth at a restaurant, or a church chapel. Places where we were so alive to every detail that they will never leave us.
 
But what if the memories that are most alive to us, the memories of home, were echoes of a New Heaven and New Earth, and that someday we really would get to go home?
 
This Easter, we invite you to explore the source of this hope—the resurrection of Jesus. Join us as we celebrate together as a church family on Easter Sunday.